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Unheard movements tuned,
Being kept silent deep within,
Reaching out through chatter,
Which walks and talks boldly,
With golden words and works,
Woven with musical strings,
They start to clatter and ring,
Without the deep battering,
Turned above and over again,
Till the end being reached,
With a real purposeful gain.
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It starts insignificantly,
At the end stops massively,
Starts with the tiny root,
Builds itself with muscularity,
An invisible dot not found,
Bold and legible scripts around,
A tiny and thin thread,
Woven into a heavy warm bed,
The plank placed at the corner,
Becomes the seat of majestic honour,
A soft and gentle child,
Now a fine wine with sharpness,
Time starts at nowhere,
At the end makes everything stop,
Begins at the very lowest,
In the end placed at the highest.
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The short lengths and additions,
Longer strands with divisions,
Being tied and untied all over,
With no perfect strand woven,
Breaking amidst some tension,
Imperfection kept unmentioned,
But the day it reaches for usage,
Worth not even a single penny,
Damage not taken with money,
A dozens of them come each day,
One day it gets sharply noticed,
Then as a crawling child walks,
The strands are pushed to past,
Past errors have passed away,
Now there is a longer passage,
Reducing the older wastage,
Turning them for lengthy usage,
Now the mind is on its place,
No tension remains to break,
It goes on forever, till it is done,
Perfectly woven and mended,
Once the mind obeys to surrender.
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Is it the momentum of revenge?
Or doubtful stains of insecurity?
Does it arise from deep within,
Something strange and smirky,
Devilish mischief and mystery,
Strains caused by foul history,
Building deeper dark thoughts,
It flutters away with conscience,
Is it adventure or in real danger?
The beast in play is not very safe,
Best thoughts popping amidst,
Like a flutter of light amidst mist,
Silver shining with clear juvenility,
Blossom amidst the rotting grass,
Transparent and clear as the glass,
Dignity when remembered at last,
Crushes out this stubbornness,
Which never can last forever.
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Flapping wings and winds,
Merriment sounds of jingle,
Airy movements within soil,
Breeze gently surrounds to coil,
Moments of stiffness slowly arises,
Which puts a halt and suppresses,
The pause feels hard and heavy,
Fatigue makes hours to get ready,
A wink of an eye becomes heavy,
Snap of fingers are like blistering,
Glittering streams are jittering,
Blooming freshness is battering,
Battered to fade and gently die,
When the blossoms bloomed,
Happiness kept uncelebrated,
Until the gloom surrounded,
The garden which rainbowed,
Now withered away readily,
None can save it at this time,
Not even with the miraculous fountain,
Neither does the humongous mountain,
Whose streams can remove this gloom,
Which can pause these static moments,
And resume the merry movements back.
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Never to become erred and torn,
Perfectionism and professionalism,
Intermingled and merged and born,
A tiny stain if left deepens within,
Neither the patch stops its growth,
Once in time looks tiny and small,
Accumulation gradually begins its work,
Fork facing the bread and butter,
Never to point anywhere is better,
Twisted and false tales turns to crime,
Gossip starts sipping someone's mind,
Always better to be kind and genuine,
Or known not to be better than a wine,
Strokes, squiggles and dots untamed,
It is worse not to be fit into any frame.
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Amidst the huge tossing winds,
The oceans with doubtful sail,
Swallowing up even the brave,
Fuming and erupting streams,
Dragging everyone into a grave,
Deepens and darkens every day,
Wailing and wait to be out of bay,
But a guide needed so desperate,
A needle balancing every force,
Tiny and timid it seems to look,
Possessing the rarest of wisdom,
In the unchanging scales it looks,
Guiding the long and right way,
To safely be out of the bay today,
Gulping streams burping hardly,
No more do they swallow up them,
They who sailed through waters,
Them who had followed morality,
Saving up every piece of mortality,
Compassed the decisions to be safe,
Needle turning around without strife,
Moving with ease and stiffness,
But no bitter gruffness is felt,
Even the hard rocks makes way,
And they all over time do melt away.
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Silky smooth and soft lining,
Tunneled within life shining,
The hunger war and roaring,
Delicious delicacies craving,
To be let inside this beauty,
Soft spongy comfort within,
Chomped and chopped well,
If not done will start to swell,
White axes sharpened well,
Opening amidst the fatigue,
About hunger battle to tell,
Very crunchy, salty and sweet,
But soon will start to bleed,
Empty spaces with delicacy,
So delicate and opening out,
Torn apart and crushed today,
Same goes on every other day,
The time has come this day,
A striking pain pinning around,
Stumps and pins pocking the ground,
A continuous rupture and rapture,
Until it gets collapsed all over,
Need to start once the passover,
Bleeding wounds and sickness,
Due to unhealthy brave boldness,
Never to be done again to collapse,
The day it stops one can relax.
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Being harboured by burden,
Plain, white and hardened,
Thick shell holding a life,
Boiling within to move out,
Warmth and wonder in play,
But cycling amidst each day,
A sunshine of smiles and joy,
Waiting dormantly till this day,
Holding within itself strongly,
Breaking the shell suddenly,
From the plaintiff shell of moon,
Rising out the chirping beauty,
From roostering loud alarms,
Raising a soft chirrup with a breeze,
The joy spreads through the air,
Amidst the soft and gentle trees,
Where there is no more wait,
Broken shells and beauty birds,
Yellowing brightness still rising,
Happiness with the new births,
Joyously within burning hearths.
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A slippery soaking liquid,
Tiny and tentaculated squid,
Pottery only being half done,
Here starts the unending fun,
Broken pots and open lids,
Heavy and soapy thickness,
Pouring it inside but never out,
To avoid slipping with no doubt,
Threads winding and dripping,
Each kept inside for a dipping,
Juicy and soapy oil filling,
Tummies of these thin wicks,
White turning into a dull sick,
Fierce burning anger to joy,
But burning fire is not a toy,
Fire swallowing and gulping,
A delicious delicacy been charred,
While the majesty is being chaired,
Mighty sun and the hot fire,
Lazy wicks being worn out,
Been worn out of unbearable desire,
Fire keeps on flaming higher,
Teeth and tongue made stronger,
Never seen a power, so mightier,
White wick to grey-black sick,
Finally some weak powdered stick.
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Heads and hands in movements,
Busy, rush and happy moments,
Where the audio played in duo,
Written and agreed for months,
Promised for years to someone,
Movements of rush overtaking,
When merriment starts draining,
Joyous days feels to be gloomy,
An unexpected misfortune spins,
Spells which left unremembered,
Being remembered again for claim,
But instantly it does turns to blame,
Where the happiness saddens away,
Lights flashing and almost dead,
Deep down within it does reside,
When the loop starts to sweep,
A plague moving into psyche,
From one to another rushing out,
Finally a fingered number remains,
A fractured happiness still broken,
Until it cleanses out everything,
Fresh start required unconditionally,
When the home accepts its owner,
The one last chance to prove,
About the joy and happiness,
Both can provide to each other.
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When the miraculous fountain,
Filled by the rivers of mountain,
An energising blooming power,
Which sustains like strong cover,
The seed breaks apart to open,
A new life being created joyously,
Accompanied by the creator,
Providing shade as a protector,
Growing and glowing like gold,
But with a caressing gentleness,
The seed breaketh into a plant,
It does groweth with briskness,
But never fadeth not, mother tree!
A cry heard from the blossoms,
When the life's journey starts,
The end begins to follow it,
But the caressing love stays,
It stays forever with the blossoms,
Whose heart is fixated upon love,
The unchanging and immortal love.
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A single strand taken in hand,
Each day picking up a band,
When a strand becomes a band,
Many arms and fingers holding,
Strands are holding and folding,
Monochromatic artist created,
Colours in the palette of psyche,
Each making a lock and key,
Colours turned to paint words,
Words becoming a bouquet,
Beauty gently beating about,
Felt little murmurs and shouts,
First tangled into unruly bands,
Day by day it becomes a beauty,
Churned butter becoming soft,
Letters turning words to draft,
The days have gone so far,
Till it resides as a sweet passion,
As the heavy duty still succeeds.
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The loving nature turned down,
Unkempt and stubborn pleasure,
Made from firm bricks and stones,
Unbending and unyielding bones,
Filtering out dull and dark clones,
A deep despair covers the surface,
Damp coldness around the fireplace,
The flames unable to fight back,
An unfelt ignition draining back,
Hotness and warmth being lagged,
Murmur of gloom and sadness felt,
Highly passive and possessive attacks,
Which tip toes and comes to drag,
Bending and breaking the strings,
Tunes and tones wavering within,
None being felt or heard outright.
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Tight strings holding honestly,
Sharp strings sharpened sleek,
Tunes turning two needles away,
Lights flickering to be turned on,
Pulsating sensations lingering,
Keys tuning softly and gently,
Distractions being destroyed,
Demons being stabbed to death,
When life blooms with a breath,
Patches fall apart to make nets,
Captured the soothing essence,
Loss turning into strong lessons,
Fingers scrolling and controlling,
Moving speedily and steadily,
Sickness turned to strength readily,
A rage racing and calming itself,
Diminished vanity turning to sanity,
Real air becoming a peacemaker,
Finally trashing the pacemaker,
Fake essence and senseless drama,
It still moves apart like an enigma.
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True words being uttered only once,
But the false and fakeness repeating,
Uttered one time and never undone,
Sequence being repeated in long run,
Fairness turned to dark under the sun,
Sunshine kept hidden by the fatigue,
Sleepy head moving out in the dark,
Eyes lost their glamour and spark,
Dull drowsiness and wobbling in air,
Bravest step taken by one who dares,
Even though evil follows backward,
Moving and pressing towards light,
To have some delight in the sunlight,
A darkness dared to come behind,
Swords of freedom kept hidden,
The day it was raised against a curse,
Swords and shields kept protecting,
Freedom aroused from one last verse.
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Strings of dissimilar strands,
Stiffness and broken strands,
Unable to weave soft garlands,
Threading apart to difference,
Unwelcoming the sufferance,
Anticipating mutual acceptance,
Repelling and rebelling apart,
Darkness and light can resolve,
But friction present unsolved,
Softer strands tearing loudly,
And cheapest rough threads,
Are chewing loud and rudely,
New born strands dying out,
Friction causing smoke to come,
When the binaries meet to rebel,
None can compel to stay mutual.
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Days gone past without being fast,
Speeding up and gearing the most,
Soon starting to glare and distress,
Blank stares and emptied witness,
Sharp words and tongues playing,
The games of hit, rush and smash,
Unleashing the normal conditions,
Undeterred and determined spirits,
Directions directing the highways,
Boarding and heading very faraway,
Resilience standing unsilenced,
Loud enough it sounds and heard,
Standing amidst cloud and doubt,
Always seen amidst heavy crowd.
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A dying rose lying in the garden,
With its petals and greens intact,
Meeting its death on mother land,
A hand which tried to hold it back,
Could only hold onto the thorns,
Piercing and gushing out blood,
To bring life to the fading petals,
Wounds that bleed feeling no pain,
But the eternity speaks with no gain,
Petalled rose being soaked in red,
Both meeting their final destiny,
Crushed hands clutching the rose,
The grab drops and so does the life,
Departs away within one toss.
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Sugared candies and cakes,
Bakery with breads in bakes,
Staleness turned to delicacy,
Ruptured the softness within,
Greater pains following up,
Rotten apart greatly in pain,
Tastes testing the willingness,
Turning and tuning the burns,
Where the need not being met,
Because of greed being swept,
Improperly done and incomplete,
Nowhere given to strongly compete,
Blooming desires bringing gloom,
Rapture in the gut like handloom,
Mixing and turning rapidly within,
Painful limbs and a sored persona,
Bitterness taken like candies,
To fix the rapturing and churning,
Where the bitterness leads and runs,
Finally for cheering and curing.
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